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DigitalBiscuit writes: "Today's leading edge laptop PCs are packing serious power under their thin
little hoods, enough that even the hard core gamer may sit up and take note.
Here's a full showcase (dismantled to show you the innards) with benchmarks on a
Dell unit that employs NVIDIA's new GeForce4 440 Go GPU and a Pentium 4M (mobile) processor at 1.6GHz. Take one of these babies to the local LAN meet and be the envy of your Mountain Dew chugging cohorts." Of course, this will cost a lot more than similarly powerful desktop, but some people don't seem to mind that tradeoff.
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Soon after I got to Japan in 1989, I was invited to the wedding of a co-worker in the hometown of her future husband, a cop (90 minutes bus ride away). At the wedding party, as the only foreigner and therefore a mini-celebrity, I was filled up really well with alcohol of every description by the friendly cop colleagues of the bridegroom (in Japan, all wedding parties are a concentrated 2-hour eat- and drinkfest. Time is limited so drink as much as you can as fast as you can). I think it's the most drunk I've ever been.
I neglected to piss before leaving for home, and sure enough some way into the bus journey it became piercingly clear to me that I would have to piss. There was no toilet on the bus, so this meant a stop. Another co-worker of mine asked the driver to stop for me (I couldn't yet speak Japanese), which he immediately did, pulling to the edge of the quite narrow country road.
I jumped out to piss. It was so urgent I wasn't really even embarrassed at interrupting the trip for everyone. But -- ha! I was not alone. One after another of the cops got out to piss with me. I guess they were in the same situation as I was, but not yet so urgent! I didn't count but it must have been 10 or 15 guys. We all stood in a line along the side of the bus and pissed, and in my case this piss stop was a life saver.
Sequel: Funniest thing was several weeks later, my colleague (the bride) told me: "My husband said his colleagues told him they really enjoyed peeing with you after our wedding. They felt they got to know you better."
So in Japan first piss with a foreigner is a kind of bonding experience
The mother of all shits... Two huge floaters... They both left massive smear marks on the bowl while being flushed...
Sweet!
What was the one thing you came away with after watching "Full Metal Jacket" for the first time? Did it have to do with the duality of man, as Mathew Modine's character suggested? Maybe you gained a new perspective of the Vietnam War?
For me it was "Damn, I could never take a dump in one of those military bathrooms with no stalls." Whether you're shameless or shameful, such an environment would keep most poopers puckered until your blue eyes turned brown. So you can imagine how elated I was at Boot Camp when I saw how modern the facilities had become.
A year and a half after enlisting, I was sent to Saudi Arabia for Operation Desert Shield. The unit to which I was transferred was one of the first to deploy, and had already been in country for five months by the time I got there.
The posh surroundings hardly resembled anything I had expected. There was a huge tent where warm meals were served, a generator to power the TV and VCR that played tapes sent from home and endless rows of Port-o-Johnesque latrines. This is war? Hell yes!
After about a week, we got word to pack everything in and start heading north, thus ending Operation Desert Vacation. We convoyed for hours and hours at a time, stopping only to sleep. If we were lucky, we might stay put for a day or two. The privacy of enclosed "sit down" style latrines was replaced with an open air "squat-n-squeeze" hole in the ground surrounded by a roofless tent. There may have been more than one hole, but I can tell you we only went in one at a time.
Given the ideal digging conditions in Saudi (lots and lots of deep sand) and in accordance with the aforementioned "one at a time" rule, on more than one occasion I was forced to venture out into the dunes, entrenching tool and shit paper in hand, seeking a place to deposit my Infidel load.
The terrain was much less digger-friendly in Iraq: lots of protruding jagged rocks and only a foot or so of sand before hitting solid rock. We knew we'd be staying at this particular location for a while, so we had to dig a fancy defensive perimeter, i.e., about 5 or 6 holes positioned in a half circle around our camp. While digging one of the holes, I discovered the rock layer.
In a stroke of military genius, someone (not me) decided to hit the rock layer with a 20-pound sledgehammer to "break it up". After about 5 futile seconds, we figured we'd just increase the circumference of the hole and fill sand bags, pile them up all around the hole and put on a plywood roof. It was only about 3 feet from bottom to top, but for 4 hours a day, it was home.
One sunny day while on guard duty, the urge to purge hit me. I had to go NOW. I tried to hold it, but knew I'd never make it back to camp. Finally, when we could see our replacements coming up the hill, I told the guy with me to head back and I'd stay to officially change the guard. That gave me a 2-minute window to do my business.
The second he left, I assessed the situation and went into MacGyver mode. I fumbled with the buttons of my BDU pants while simultaneously reaching for an empty MRE bag. Squatting very awkwardly, I aligned the bag directly below my ass and let loose.
Thank goodness MRE's make for some solid stool, because I totally missed the bag. The 7-incher slid out, clung to the side of the bag for a moment, then slammed to the rock floor with an audible "thump". Glancing back, I saw that my replacements were only about 30 feet away. Panic-stricken, I grabbed the turd with a leather glove and shoved it into the bag. War truly is Hell, for there would be no wipe.
I had just finished buttoning my pants when they appeared at the opening of the bunker. They looked at me strangely for a second as I grabbed my shit (literally) and got the hell out of there.
It's never too late to thank your brave men and women in the military -- those who have shit in far away lands, weary and in danger, so you don't have to.
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Your Jon Barrett for this story!
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You sound a little bitter...
Beer smells pretty good though.
So do a lot of household cleaners, and I don't ingest them.